Another Kind Of Surprise

He lay staring at the ceiling remembering his chat with Toni the previous night. They had argued back and forth on how she wanted him to attend her Aunt’s birthday party and how he didn’t think it was important. He knew he was justified if he didn’t attend, and he knew he could always placate her afterward. Yet there was something about her that always made her win an argument, there was something that always made it impossible for him to deny her most things. Now, here he was mentally rescheduling most activities for that day, to make sure he attended the party at all cost. She wasn’t expecting it, but he knew she would go bananas with joy, and that was all he wanted.

With the sunlight streaming in from her opened window, she gradually came into consciousness, rubbing her eyes as she made to open them. Reaching for her phone to ping Dayo was the first thing that came to her mind…then she remembered the argument they had had the previous night and his insistence on not coming for her Aunt’s party. Putting up an “angry face” on her display message instead, she decided to ignore him for the rest of the day.

It was almost 2pm when he rushed back home and started to pack his things. He had hurriedly gone about few activities for the day, and even succeeded in getting a ticket for himself – even though it had not been his preferred airline. Who cares though, as long as he ended up in Lagos one way or the other. He picked out his overnight bag and grudgingly began to throw in his clothes, perfume, hairbrush… “Damn, things you do for love” he muttered under his breath, as with hands on hips he paused to think of why he was doing this. He loved her madly he concluded in his heart, and this had been the case since they had first met two years ago. With a smile on his face, he did a quick check on the things he had packed before hurrying to the airport.

Taking a seat to catch her breath for a minute, she scrolled through the numerous messages Dayo had been sending her all day. His words were sweet; apologizing and trying to make her understand why he couldn’t make it over for the party, even promising to make it up to her. Smiling she put away her phone, got up and continued on her errands….She sure wasn’t as pissed as she was yesterday night during their argument, besides she honestly knew if there was anything he could do, he would have been here. Still she was bent on making him beg and grovel, just for the fun of it.

He noticed she still had that “angry face” up on her display and had replied none of his pings. She sure was one hell of a case and he loved her for it. He imagined her reading his messages and ignoring them, simply bent on making life miserable for him. Chuckling softly, he began to imagine what her expression would be when she saw him at the venue of the party…it would be hilarious for sure. “Baby please talk to me” he again sent to her while at the waiting lounge…He could only hope he was going to get a response.

 She had been so busy all day, ensuring all things were in place; food, drinks, caterers, servers, decoration…”Ha…” she sighed when the party eventually started and she had a chance to rest her feet. Dayo…she thought and excitedly fished out her phone looking forward to more “I’m sorry, I love you”. After she read the last message he sent her, she finally decided to give him a break… “I’m really not angry babe, just wish you could be here”…she had scarcely sent it, when she heard her Aunt (not the celebrant) call her name. Off again she went.

After they had all boarded and the plane was ready for take off, the voice of the air hostess making her routine speech floated through to his subconscious. Surprised at getting a response, he read through it elated. Of course he knew she had just been intentionally giving him a hard time, still he was glad it was over. He hurriedly sent Toni a last message before he had to turn off his phone. He then secured his belt, laid back and closed his eyes counting down till they got to Lagos… “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now in Lagos and would be making our landing very soon, please ensure that your seat belts are secured…”. Excitement started to course through him at the thought of seeing her very soon. Thinking of it now, he had missed her much, and he was actually glad he had decided on this trip. “She would have a fit” he thought, laughing out loud and earning a strange look from his seat partner.

News of the plane crash had filtered into the party hall, and dampened the mood of everyone except her. God forgive her, but she was elated. Not because people had died, but because she kept thinking it could have been Dayo, with her foolish insistence that he come for this stupid party. She went about looking for her phone, not remembering where last she had placed it. Still looking for her phone she ran into her Aunt – the celebrant, “Ha Toni, thank God Dayo didn’t come o… Oya go and call him now and apologize okay”… She nodded and continued her search, all the while thanking her stars and thinking of the sweetest words she would use to psyche him.

She finally found her phone with a friend of hers whom she had earlier given it to. She punched in Dayo’s number, and waited unsuccessfully for it to connect, over and over again. “Terrible network” she hissed as she opened her pings. Scrolling to find the last message he had sent her, the words that greeted her eyes were; “I’m on my way babes, leaving the airport now…wanted it to be a surprise. Call you when we touch down…Love you”…but he never called! 



26 thoughts on “Another Kind Of Surprise” by teewah (@teewah)

  1. Oh God!…I knew it would be lyk dis but this still made me Sad!…
    Nice….Good writing Teewah…Well done..$ß.

    1. Thank you Bubbllinna, u r always aprc8ted!

      1. you know why I “shocked” mine here Right?

        This is what I call a real story….I like d back and forth….you always do it well.
        It is a tragic incident, and you just drove the tragedy home more….I almost hated you for it:-)

        1. hehe…dnt know y u ‘shocked’ urs here o!

          thank you though…aprc8 u plenty!

  2. So so sad. So real. May God rest their souls. I still find it hard to get my mind off those beautiful air-hostesses. Damn, they were beautiful.

    Nice one @teewah

    1. Its heartbreaking no doubt, and we can only pray that God gives closure to the bereaved.

      Thank you @lancaster

  3. I guess we already knew how it would end from the begining but it was still a lovely read
    Well done
    I think you should consider removing the phrase “but he never called”. Its like saying too much- I don’t know if what I’m trying to say makes sense

    1. Well considering the purpose/theme for which it was written, you are bound to know the end.

      Thanks though, glad you enjoyed it..

      About the last phrase, you don’t want to know how many times I actually slapped myself when I saw it there, but sh*t happens I guess..

      Thanks again!

  4. Chai…Water finish for my eyes…Thanks for writing @teewah

    1. hey @sambrightomo, thanks for reading o, and no let water finish for ya eyes. Its sad yea, but the least we can to do is the little we are already doing – writing to honour them.

      Thanks again!

  5. Real stuff… U did good; why the ‘BOLD’ lettering though? Felt like someone was trying to pluck my eyes out…

    Nice work.

    1. Thank you @raymond, glad you like it.

      And I definitely wasn’t trying to pluck out your eyes eh…just thought to distinguish the POVs.

      Thanks again!

  6. very sad ending, but bros i salute you for being able to imagine it and present it so vividly- may God grant the families of the bereaved the fortitude to bear this loss.
    Nice piece

    1. yea sad it is, and Amen to your prayer!

      bros, i no be bros o…

      Thanks for reading! @mikeeffa

      1. sorry for the gender mix cheers

        1. LOL…no problem sire!

  7. Haaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!Even though its nt d first write-up on d dana plane crash,ds made me cry….My boyfriend lives in Abuja,i can feel d pain,d loss…..hmmm,well done @teewah

    1. Thank you @obionyinye

      May God continue to keeps us and all that is ours.

  8. Gurrrrl you is bad! This made me cry, I kinda knew where it was going but their connection was too real!

    Beautifully written, every pov was too real, I liked very much!

    1. I’m humbled @dottaraphels, thank you….grief is sometimes great motivation!

  9. Extremely well written! I kept praying a stroke of fate would change the obvious. Sad those beautiful lives lost…
    You did a good job teewah! Unfortunately the crash was real…

  10. Nice, nice, nice.

  11. Art heals because it is an act of man,
    Consciously purposeful!

Leave a Reply